On a windowsill

You charming little notch in the windowsill

How many mornings have you captured

Have you heard our madness

Im ashamed

I promise we’re not that way

Love is our language

We’re working on it

I have a freeway in my mind

And no exit

We’ve apologized a hundred times

I forgot how to speak

We only know how to scream

And theres no excuse

But you know that

You dont care

All you know

Obviously

Is pieces are taken gone

and nothing can change that

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